Chapter 18
The knock came again, the knocker not realizing that Honey was already at the door and peeking through the peephole to make a positive identification. She withdrew the chain lock and sliding bolt, using the noise of his pounding to mask the click as she disengaged the lock on the doorknob, then backed quickly away into the deep gloom of her flat.
I had turned off the floor lamp, now the only light in the flat came from the lamp in her odd little bedroom. It cast narrow, slanting beams through the lattice top of the partition and made odd shadows around the questing vines of the Devil’s Ivy.
“Come in, come in!” She called out in mock exasperation as she slipped back into the full glow inside her private corner of the flat, then laid back on the overstuffed cushions of her ecc
